Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Chapter 211: Marrying My Second Brother

Lidong pretended to break up the fight and pulled Silang's arm: "Fourth brother, tell me why you want to build an extra room."

"Hahahahahaha, save it for my second brother to get married, hahahaha."

The air was quiet for a moment, and then the four children burst into laughter, only Erlang's face turned black and red.

Xiao Qi clapped his hands: "Second brother is getting married."

Erlang's temples were throbbing. "Xiaoqi, come and sleep. Don't act like your fourth brother and make trouble."

In the darkness, Silang turned over and sat up: "Why are you making such a fuss? Second brother, don't you want to find us a second sister-in-law?"

They didn’t dare to dream about it before because they were poor, but now that he can earn money, the first thing he will do after building the house is to find a second wife for his second brother!

The two were deadlocked, and the other three children sided with the fourth brother. Finally, Erlang fell asleep against the wall in anger, forcibly cutting off the topic.

When the sound of even breathing could be heard in the room, Erlang slowly opened his eyes.

Can he get married too?

Cui Chengyi's home.

Feng loosened the bamboo basket hanging on the beam, took out two steamed buns, thought for a moment, and put one back.

Even if you eat sparingly, the remaining steamed buns in the bamboo basket can't even cover the bottom of the basket.

This was bought by Cui Chengyi and his wife the next morning after they came back. They took some money to the county town and bought a full basket.

The steamed buns were hot and soft right out of the oven. She couldn't help but squat at the door of the shop and eat two of them.

Feng huddled by the stove, picking at the moldy spots on the steamed buns, and couldn't help drooling at the thought of the hot new buns.

"You dirty-hearted little brats, live your own lives and leave me here alone to eat cold steamed buns."

She secretly waited outside the Cui family's door during mealtime. A group of people were eating in the yard, and the slices of meat in the dishes were cut into pieces as big as half a palm.

The cold steamed buns were dry and choking. Feng pounded her chest, scooped a bowl of water from the bucket, and drank it in big gulps.

"Why are you eating cold steamed buns again?"

Cui Chengyi woke up and found no one around. He groped down in the dark and saw his wife eating steamed buns. He felt sorry for her and lit a fire and added water to heat the buns.

Feng was very hungry a while ago and almost lost the baby in her belly. After Cui Chengyi came back, he didn't allow her to do any work.

Feng's mouth flattened: "Dad, I'm craving meat, go get some meat."

Cui Chengyi looked embarrassed, as his family had no money.

"Just bear with it for two more days. Mr. Sun's family will definitely be hiring people during the autumn harvest. I'll go work and earn money to buy you some meat."

Feng sat down on the ground, kicking her legs and crying, "I can't wait, I want to eat meat now."

"Ouch, don't shake the child, let the ground cool down."

Feng also knew that the ground was cold, so she reluctantly sat on the stool with Cui Chengyi's help, mumbling to herself.

"Those brats eat meat every day in the old house. Even that bitch Lidong gets to sit at the table. I'm pregnant with Cui's child, and I can't even eat a bite of meat."

Cui Chengyi's neck shrank.

"Don't worry about Mom and Dad. Look, they live in the old house, and we save money. We earn more than the old house. If you want to eat meat, I'll go out and borrow some money tomorrow..."

Last time, because he couldn't make up for the loss of the three acres of land, he finally decided not to redeem it. Because of this, his father had a quarrel with him and warned him not to set foot in the old house again.

Even if he has the intention to steal, he doesn't have the courage to do it.

Mrs. Feng raised her voice: "What's the point of them eating? Without me, who would give birth to so many boys for your Cui family?"

"Keep your voice down, don't let the neighbors hear. I know you've suffered these years, just bear with it for a few days. The first thing I'll do when I get the money is buy you some meat..."

Cui Chengyi patted Feng's back and coaxed her in a low voice.

Feng turned her head and threw herself into her husband's arms: "I can't bear to see you go out to work. During the autumn harvest, they hire people and treat them like donkeys. The few cents they earn is not even enough to buy a few pounds of meat."

Any job that requires hiring people during the autumn harvest is not an easy one. Only the poor people who have no land will do it. They don’t know whether they will be able to work tomorrow after working today, so the employers have no mercy and will not stop until they have exhausted all their strength.

An autumn harvest is exhausting.

Feng had sent Erlang and Silang there before, so she knew how tiring it was.

Cui Chengyi's heart melted: "It's okay if I'm tired, as long as I don't make you feel wronged."

The two of them hugged each other stickyly, more sticky than candies.

Feng suddenly raised her head and came up with a brilliant idea.

"Dad, I have a good idea. You don't have to go out to work, and we still have money to survive the winter."

"You said."

"..."

early morning.

The Cui family members came out of the house with dark shadows under their eyes and yawning.

Lin was really tired, but luckily there were a lot of leftover dishes and noodles from last night. Cui Zhaozhao heated them up, and the four of them each slurped a bowl of noodles.

After dinner, Lin told the brother and sister to go into town to deliver the goods, and to buy some meat and rice along the way. There was no need for vegetables, as they had plenty in their own vegetable garden.

Before leaving yesterday, Thick Neck and his companions agreed to meet at the city gate in the morning. Lin asked them to go to the city gate and let Thick Neck lead them to the new restaurant.

After they left, Lin went back to the kang and lay there for a while, listening to the sound of Xiaoliu feeding the chickens, and sighed softly.

She has tried her best to delegate the work at hand, but she cannot avoid the trivial matters at home. She has to spend two hours a day in front of the stove alone.

There is no other way. There is no takeout, and the food sold outside is high in oil and salt. If you want to eat delicious food, you have to cook it yourself.

It would be nice if we could hire a cook.

Lin had a moment of leisure, but thinking of the things going on outside, she couldn't lie down peacefully, so she got up from the kang.

"Good morning, Auntie San."

Shiro packed up and was about to go out.

Xiao Qi stood on tiptoe and stuffed the black thing in his hand to Lin: "Aunt San, this is for you to eat!"

Lin looked down and just wanted to put it back.

A scorched grasshopper.

"Eat while you're at it. I have something important to discuss with your Third Aunt."

Silang waved Xiaoqi away and kindly helped Lin solve the roasted grasshopper problem.

It's very crunchy when chewed.

"Aunt San, I plan to pull the threshing ground back again today, and not go back tomorrow."

The threshing ground was extended for three days yesterday. Minus yesterday, they can still use it for two more days.

"Just make the arrangements. Remember to explain everything clearly to the brick kiln manager and the workers, and settle the wages clearly. As for when to resume work, go to the new house and ask Cuicui's father and ask him to estimate the approximate time."

Silang thought of something: "Oh, Aunt San, there's an empty house on the west side of the village with a big yard. Why don't we ask the village head to rent it and move there to work?"

If the workshop stops, no money will be earned. Thinking about saving money for his second brother to get married, Silang wishes the workshop would run day and night to make more money.

Lin shook her head after hearing this: "It doesn't matter if there are a few days. Even if there is a place, there won't be enough people to do it. During the autumn harvest, every family is busy farming."

The light in Shiro's eyes dimmed.

"What's wrong?" Lin noticed something was wrong. "The brick kiln doesn't agree to stop work?"